Chapitre 542: There are not even 542 urea bags that can contain you

Liang Zhenhai said with a stern face, "I have no objections, but the key is to ask Captain Lin."

Lin Fu had been watching the educated youths all along and had a good impression of the female educated youth who took the initiative to request to go to their brigade.

She seemed to be honest and upright.

"Our brigade conditions are tough, and there's a lot of work to be done. Are you sure you want to come?"

Zhu Lan nodded, her gaze resolute.

"I'll go."

She wanted to take a gamble.

If she lost, at worst, it'd be the same as it is now.

When Liang Zhenhai heard Lin Fu's words, his expression was particularly indescribable.

He just wanted to give him a big slap.

That's what you call tough conditions?

Are you seriously misunderstanding what tough conditions mean...

Such an act.

Not even a urea bag can compare to Captain Lin's acting skills.

Lin Fu was unaware of the neighboring Captain's grumbles about him.